Wicked Stepmother (F/M, M/M)

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Hot corporal punishment fiction by special guest author Baddlad17, repeated by popular demand.  All the characters are 18 or over.  Suitable for adult readers only.

As I lay down on my bed, six burning lines of fire blazing across my buttocks, I could not believe what had just happened. Tears rolled down my face as I gently rubbed in the sting across my bottom cheeks. The pain and humiliation still fresh in my mind.

Why had this happened to me? For the first time since I was eight, dad had punished me with spanking. Well not a spanking, a caning. I never even knew he had a bloody cane. It is all Annabelle’s fault, I am sure that bitch really enjoyed herself and I have no doubt in my mind that she is behind this.

Annabelle is dad’s new wife. She is only twenty-five, just six years older than me and almost twenty years younger than dad. They have been married just over twelve months. I have had little dealings with her until recent weeks as I was away most of last summer, then I went straight to university. It was not until I came home for Christmas that I got to know her a little better; I also noticed a big change in dad around the same time. Before he married Annabelle, we had been good buddies. Over the festive period I could not help but note he was more distant towards me, he had always been pretty strict but he now seemed to be more stern than I remembered, on a couple of occasions he spoke very sharply to me and even threatened to punish me. I was more than a little shocked at the change in his attitude. Feeling uncomfortable, I cut short my stay and left to spend New Year with a mate.

I did not come back home until the start of the summer break. When I arrived, I immediately noticed all the changes in the household. Annabelle had certainly got herself established. The entire house had been revamped and re-decorated. I hardly recognised the place. Even my room had been fully decorated, with new furniture. I was a little put out to discover that most of my belongings had been removed, without me even knowing. At supper that evening I pointed this out to dad. His reaction shocked me, he was more than annoyed, accusing me of being ungrateful and telling me I should be thankful to Annabelle for all the work she had put in, not moaning and groaning about a few sticks of old furniture. Honestly I felt about 3 feet tall by the time he had finished with me.

Over the following couple of weeks dad found a few reasons to really have a go at me, often threatening to deal with me if my behaviour continued to be poor. I just did not understand what I was doing wrong, I had not changed my behaviour, it was dad who had changed towards me. I noticed that whenever he challenged me about something, Annabelle would be close by watching and listening. I had come to dislike my new stepmother and as far as I was concerned she was a bitch who just seemed to relish getting me into trouble. Then this morning I came downstairs to find her messing with my phone. I was very angry with her and all my frustration with her over recent weeks came flooding out. I saw red and snatched the phone from her.

What the fuck do you think you are doing? That is my phone and my personal property.

I beg your pardon Brett, how dare you swear at me?

I will fuckin’ swear at you whenever I want. Who do you think you are you little whore, you have only been married to my dad for five minutes and you think you can do whatever you want. I have just about had enough.

Her eyes blazed into me as she spoke again, How dare you speak to me like that, I am your stepmother and you should show me the respect due to me.

Respect! I almost spat the words out of my mouth, How can I respect a woman who marries a man twenty years older than her? You don’t love my dad; How many cocks have you had up you since you married him? I bet there has been a queue in here while dad’s working away, little whore.

I had really lost it. All my pent up anger had come to the fore and poor Annabelle had just been hit with two loaded barrels. I watched the tears well up in her eyes, suddenly I started to feel guilty and went to comfort her and apologise. As I approached her she moved away before spitting out her venom.

Just you wait till your father gets home Brett Porter, I shall have him cane you, pants down for what you have just said. And I shall enjoy watching you yell as he does it. We will see who is smiling when your backside is burning.

Shut up bitch, Dad does not even have a cane and if he did I am way too old to be treated like that.

We will see about that.

I watched her turn and head off towards the lounge. I could not help but admire the tight sexy curves of her shapely arse and thighs. No wonder my dad had married her, I would like to bet she is great shag. Despite my bravado I was a little concerned over what she had said. I knew I had gone way too far and I had no doubt dad would punish me for it, but surely not. Would dad try and cane me? My arse tingled at the thought of it. I had been spanked many times off him when I was younger but that had stopped a long time ago.  I watched from my bedroom window as Dad pulled onto the driveway, then waited in trepidation as dad got out and headed towards the house.

I was in my room when the door shut and I waited, fearful over what would happen. I could hear voices downstairs and I heard them talking quietly, unable to make out what was being said.

Brett, get your backside down here now, lad.

A chill went down my spine as I heard dad shout me down. Reluctantly I stood up and walked slowly towards the door and down the stairs to my doom. I had not even put my foot on the bottom step before I was hit by a smack right across my face. Dad stood looking at me, anger clearly written across his face.

You little bastard, how dare you speak to my wife in that manner, this is the final straw, it is a long time since I punished you but I think today it is time that period comes to an end.

I was still in shock as my cheek burned after the smack dad had just given me. There in the doorway stood Annabelle, smiling like a wicked witch.

Go into the lounge now lad, it’s time I did something I should have done a long time ago.

I was so shocked I did not argue, just walked towards the door and through into the lounge.

Annabelle was by the door smiling at me, while dad disappeared upstairs.  Now you are going to get what you deserve Brett, I shall enjoy this.

I had to bite my tongue as I did not wish to anger dad any more than I had already.  Less than a minute later he came back in, my eyes nearly popped out of my head as I saw a long slender cane in his hands.

 

Dad no, you can’t be serious.

Shut up Brett, this is long overdue; I should have used this on you years back.

But I am nineteen and a grown man; you cannot seriously expect me to bend over so you can whack me with that thing.

Listen here boy and hear me well. You have a choice, you will be caned now or you will go upstairs and pack your things. Bear in mind if you choose the latter, you are on your own, no more subsidy for your university fees or anything else and you can find somewhere else to live. If you want to continue to live under this roof and be supported by me then you will submit to this.

I was in a no win situation. Take the cane or leave? I had no real choice, dad was heavily supporting me through my education and if I wanted to continue then I had only one option. But really was I going to bend over like a little boy and let him hit me with that stick? Of course I was, I had no option.

Over the back of the armchair and drop those shorts.

I was wearing a thin pair of football shorts which would have provided minimal protection but dad wanted them down, that would leave just one thin layer between my arse and the stick. As I walked over I noticed Annabelle watching from the door, a huge smirk on her face. Feeling totally humiliated I stood in front of the chair and slipped down my footy shorts before bending over the back of it and reaching down, my arse was poking up high giving dad and Annabelle a perfect view of my muscular mounds.

I started to panic as I felt dad slip his hands into the waistband of my underpants and unceremoniously peel them down to sit on top of my shorts.

Please dad no, I wailed.

You are going to feel these strokes Brett and your stepmother will see how I deal with my bratty son. Stay down or I will give you extra.

For the first time ever I felt a cane resting across the middle of my backside. Seconds later I heard a slight whistle then felt the crack before pain, unbelievable pain, erupted along a narrow strip in the middle of my arse cheeks. I could hardly breathe when a second lashed down, landing slightly lower, imprinting another stripe of fire.

The third stroke landed lower still really setting my bum on fire. I could feel the tears welling into my eyes. As the fourth landed even lower the tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the leather seat of the armchair. My bottom was on fire. Dad thrashed the last two down even lower and harder, each time despite my resolve I yelled loudly. I was no longer concerned about anything except the sting across my arse. I lay there sobbing, my bottom on fire.

Right Brett, your stepmother will now give you a few smacks to reinforce the message. If you ever speak to her like that again she will be giving you six with the cane before I give you a further six.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. I was totally humiliated; I felt Annabelle’s hand touching my raw skin then felt a sharp smack across my left cheek. My new stepmother soon got into the swing slapping each bum cheek in turn, left, right, left, and right. I began to cry aloud as the spanking continued. Suddenly it stopped and I heard her speaking.

That is just a taster Brett. Next time I will cane you.

Dad ordered me to stand up; reluctantly I resumed the vertical and reached round to grip my stinging bottom. Through my tears I saw the smirk etched across Annabelle’s face. She had clearly enjoyed herself.

Go to your room lad and stay there till morning.

I eased my pants and shorts over my blazing backside, before limping off, my hands gripping tightly onto the burning flesh beneath.  So I lay on the bed, letting tears of pain and humiliation drip down my face. Suddenly I heard a thwipp and a crack from downstairs. What was going on? There was another stroke, then another. I slipped off the bed and gently tiptoed to the landing. From the top of the stairs I could hardly believe what I could see through the banister rail into the lounge below. Annabelle was tapping a cane across a bare arse, Shock took over as I realised the recipient was dad. I watched the cane land hard leaving a fifth stripe, then a sixth one. I watched on transfixed as she continued to whip my dad. Grunts and yelps escaping his lips.

She finally stopped at twelve. I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed. Dad stood up and I saw his rock solid erection poking out in front as he rubbed his arse. Next I watched Annabelle kneel down and take my dad’s knob in her mouth. At that point I thought it was best to leave them as I had no wish to watch them having sex.

Back in my room I sat carefully on the bed and began to think about what had happened. So that was why dad had changed and why he had suddenly become real strict with me. His new wife was a sadist who enjoyed whipping his arse and she now wanted to get her hands on mine. I was shocked to the core to think of them having rampant sex downstairs while I had been a pawn in their sordid sex game. Giving my backside another rub I carefully climbed into bed and gave something else a rub. I knew I could not stay and that tomorrow I would have to ring up my mate and see if I could spend the rest of the summer at his place.

My wicked stepmother might enjoy whipping arses, but I was determined she was not going to whip mine. Somehow I was going to have to find a way of avoiding coming home until such time as I could afford to get my own flat. I lay down and began to make plans for the future, life was going to get harder but at the moment something else had gone hard and needed urgent attention. Tomorrow will be soon enough to sort things out.

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D I S C L A I M E R

All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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